Pink Softness
By Jessika Malo
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I have walked the roughness of the streets
So maybe my feet would lose their pinkish softness
Maybe they’ll trade it for some toughness.
I have called the grayness of the pebbles,
The richness of the dirt,
The seemingly silky sands, that showed my feet no mercy
Every time they were kissed by the sun;
The foam of dust,
The rush of the sea,
I have pleaded them all to harden my softness
To rebuke my gullibility
To mock my ego into anger
But my feet soon forgave them the transgressions
And my pinkish shyness drew itself to the surface
carrying my wonder still
Drawing on its own pink blood and tingeing the streets with it…
So maybe my feet would lose their pinkish softness
Maybe they’ll trade it for some toughness.
I have called the grayness of the pebbles,
The richness of the dirt,
The seemingly silky sands, that showed my feet no mercy
Every time they were kissed by the sun;
The foam of dust,
The rush of the sea,
I have pleaded them all to harden my softness
To rebuke my gullibility
To mock my ego into anger
But my feet soon forgave them the transgressions
And my pinkish shyness drew itself to the surface
carrying my wonder still
Drawing on its own pink blood and tingeing the streets with it…
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